Lyrical Breakdown of Duel Of The Iron Mic - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Duel Of The Iron Mic" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how GZA/Genius feat. Ol’ Dirty Bastard, Rebel Ins & Masta Killa weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Duel Of The Iron Mic" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that GZA/Genius feat. Ol’ Dirty Bastard, Rebel Ins & Masta Killa employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to GZA/Genius feat. Ol’ Dirty Bastard, Rebel Ins & Masta Killa's narrative.

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Ohh mad one We see your trap You can never escape, your fate Submit with honor to a duel, with my son I agree I see you're using an old style, I wondered where you'd learned it from You know very well, it's yours too Heh, I had forgotten, will you show me? And what have you come for? You come here, since you're so interested - fight me Yo Picture bloodbaths and elevator shafts Like these murderous rhymes tight from genuine craft Check the print, it's where veterans spark the letterings Slow moving MC's is waiting for the editing The liquid soluble that made up the chemistry A gaseous element, that burned down your ministry Herbal vapors, and biblical papers Smoking Exodus, every square yard is plush Fuck the screw-faced photo sessions facial expression Leaves impressions, try to keep a shark nigga guessing Give crazy shouts Son here's the outcome Cut across the semi-gloss rhymes you floss Shit is outdated, just like neckloads of Sterlings Suede-fronts, bell-bottoms, and tri-colored Shearlings I ain't particular, I bang like vehicular homicides On July 4th in Bed-Stuy Where money don't grown on trees and there's thieving MC's Who cut-throat to rake leaves They can't breathe, blood splash, rushing fast Like running rivers, I be that whiskey in your liver Duel of the Iron Mic! It's the fifty-two fatal strikes! This is not a eighty-five affair, made clear When the Gods get on to perform storms blew up Wu's up, causing the crowd to self-destruct Killer bees are stinging while I reveal Science, that's heavily guarded by the culprit Bombing your barracks, with aerodynamic Swordplay, poison darts by the doorway Minds that's laced with explosive doses Damaging lyrical launcher Lunge at the youthful offender then injure Any contender, testing the murderous Master Could lead to disaster, dynamite thoughts Explode through your barrier, rips the retina Who can withstand the astonishing punishing Stings to the sternum, shocked in the hip-hop livestock Seeking for a serum, to cure em Adults kill for drugs plus the young bucks bust Ducking handcuffs, throats get cut when dough rush Out of town foes look shook but still pose We move like real pros through the streets we stroll Bullet holes lace the windows in one-six-oh So control the avenues that's the dream that's sold Building lobbies are graveyards for small-timers Bitches caught in airports, kis in they vaginas No peace, yo the police mad corrupt You get bagged up, depending if you're passing the cut Plus shorty's not a shorty no more, he's living heartless Regardless of the charges, claims to be the hardest Individual, critical thoughts, criminal minded Blinded by illusion, finding it confusing Huh, Master, he must be dreaming, heh Well, if he is dreaming then he must be asleep And if he's asleep, then I will wake him up!